Ode to an invisible duck

O duck where art thou
Thou nimble winged beastie
Art thou hiding in the undergrowth
Or flown for a feastie?
What does it mean
All this natural desire?

Oh invisible duck I see no more your power
I hear no more you
Pronounce quack
As if passing judgement
Upon all that runs off your back
Or softly preening
Like a princess screening
Herself for an unveiling
At a debutants ball
Oh where are you? You April fool?

Sway

He used her up

Drank her cup

Now she’s a dried up vessel

One vein too blue

One more cell to chew

He ate her brain, who knew

But now she is free

And he, he

He is the Zombie father

The step in the grain

That makes the plane

Jump when we shave the wood farther

He, he is the bitter root

Of rivalry

That keeps the bitter lemon tree

Growing

That leaves all grandmothers

Sucking lemons

Selling eggs and bacons

That leaves the chickens in the gardens

And the cold wind that hardens

The apples that sway

She sees them like she did

When she was a child

And he is her father who has broken his promises

And let the butterflies out of her enclosure

Like kissing lips

They part and fly away

Knocking off early, kicking off late

Knocking off early, kicking off late

Man’s work kind of girly, standing at the pearly gates

Its not as if I’m nearly laying in state

But knocking off early, kicking off late

Just a drop of your liquor will keep me up to date

With the loving times of late

I’ve missed it in the newspapers

Reading about the muse

Who’s always accused of starting a spate

She’s been killing her lovers

With bows and arrows

Letting fly near the fire

They’ve been falling from the sky

Dropping like flies

Like Icarus they couldn’t get any higher

Oh just give me a drop of your sweet honey nectar

Just enough for a bee

Don’t worry my flower, I ain’t gonna sting yer

Least not anyway now

Oh knocking off early and kicking off late

Clocking in the tower out of date

Its way past the hour, I should have lost this power

But Cinderella she is dancing so great

The workers in the road

Are lifting man covers

They are pulling up lovers

From the drains

They’re shifting the stones

And covering old bones

Of contention and of hate

Well they’re burying the hatchet

And letting the hammer fall

They’re keeping me awake with the drilling in the wall

But you have to watch it

In case they make a mistake

And Open up the gate

Knocking off early, and kicking off late

I’m trying to find the pearly gate

Seeing its nearly time to make the call

To St Peter before its too late

Could it be

Could it be that you were just sleeping?
Could it be that you were at prayer
Well I didn't know I was heaping
Upon you my own despair

Could it be that you were hoping
That I would come rescue you there?
Could it have been that I had not seen you weeping
Into the colours of your hair?

Could it have been the darkness seeping
Through the pores of your skin
Could it have been the night was keeping
Its treasures you had hidden within

Could it be that I lay waiting
Like a poacher for in wait by his snare
Could it be that you came stepping in
And layed all my plans bare

Unknown

Oh you don't know where you are going
And you don't know where you've been
And its just like its been snowing
And now the path's unseen
But you must take the first step
Yes you must take the leap
Into the dark of journey unknowing
Quite how it will turn out in the end

Just hold tight to your marbles
Yes hold onto your hat

Silver moon dust of days

What is an island?
An island is a man
Who has isolated himself

The dogs are out late tonight
The dogs are crying mercy
Mercy on the moon
The moon is crying mercury
In the fluids of its doom
For once the dogs
They ran up there
Once when they were wolves
And the moon is crying for the horses
Locked inside their stalls

What is an island?
An island is a city
Full of archipelagoes of people
It is this cursing
Blackness in the heart
Of the Cathedral

It is the bells which toll
At stake but for the one
Who burns in the immediacy
Like a fire in the sun

Who are the children
When their parents have gone
Trodden into dust
What can be left
Of someone
What remnant is there
What part is left?
What makes us human
What gives us dignity
What of our faculties which are bereft
Deny a person freedom
Where does their personhood begin and end
What is the limit of government
Where is the privacy
Where is the public friend
Who can give us liberty
When nothing comes
And nothing ends

Disuasion

Whirlpool of damage
Maelstrom of dispair
Throw me to the wolves
Let me be eaten by bears
I come to you with my ashes
And you throw them in my hair
Oh Maelstrom of damage
Whirlpool of wear

Disuade me, disuasion
The whole plagued crew
Have been running the carnival for years
But The red top's turning blue
And all the circus acrobats
On the trapeze of disease
Are swinging back and forth like bats
Like pendulums in trees
Like some Orang Utan
Has been let out its cage
And now its roaming free
Oh disuade, disuasion
Disuade me